by Ryan, Kaylee
“I’m sorry about that,” the waitress apologizes.
“You have nothing to apologize for,” I tell her.
She nods. “Can I get you anything else?”
I glance at Ridge and he looks . . . defeated. And angry. “No, just the check please.” Turning to Ridge, I push his plate toward him. “Eat.”
“Kendall, I can—”
“Eat, Ridge. This little guy is going to be hungry soon. We had a plan, remember?”
“Dammit, Kendall, we need to talk about this.”
“And we will, when it’s just us, without half the town listening in.”
“I won’t lose you over her,” he says emphatically.
I reach across the table and he grabs my hand immediately. “You won’t. Just eat. We’re going to finish our lunch, and I promise we can talk after.”
He nods, bringing my hand to his mouth for a soft kiss before releasing me. I finish off my cheese sticks just as Ridge finishes eating. I pass Knox off to him so he can eat too. I try to focus on my lunch, but it’s rude to not make eye contact when talking and Ridge . . . well, he’s sexy and distracting. He’s currently still brooding, this big tough guy holding this tiny baby. It’s an image that will forever be engrained in my memory.
Chapter 33
Ridge
As soon as we walk out of the diner, I run into Mr. Williams and his wife. The guys and I just built them a new home a few months back.
“Ridge, hi! Good to see you,” he says, holding out his hand for me to shake. “You remember my wife, Nancy.”
I nod to his wife. “Good to see you.”
“You too. Who is this little one?” she asks, stepping closer to peer into the car seat.
“This is my son, Knox, and this is my girlfriend, Kendall,” I introduce them.
“He’s adorable,” Mrs. Williams says. She stands and addresses Kendall. “You have a beautiful family.”
My girl doesn’t miss a beat. “Thank you,” she says politely.
She could have made the situation awkward as hell, but she didn’t. Instead, she claimed us, me and my son. It takes everything in me not to pull her to me and kiss the hell out of her.
“Well, we won’t keep you. Good to see you, Ridge,” Mr. Williams says, holding the door open for his wife.
As soon as the door closes, I look over at Kendall. “You don’t know how bad I want to kiss you right now.”
She inches closer and stands on tiptoes. “What’s stopping you?”
I close the distance and kiss her. It’s not how I want to, but it serves the purpose of calming me the hell down. I’ve never wanted to hit a woman, not until today. Not even when Stephanie showed up at the hospital. That day, I was just done. I knew she wasn’t someone I could see going the distance with, and after she opened her mouth I knew it was over. Bet or not, I never wanted to see her again.
Today, though? Today, I wanted to hit her. She called my son a bastard and disrespected Kendall. I was barely controlling my anger when her hand slid over mine. Just the simple touch of her skin against mine made it better.
“Where are we headed?” she asks once we’re back on the road.
“Home.”
She doesn’t say anything, and it probably has to do with the fact that I snapped the word at her. I’m still mad as hell over Stephanie and, even more than that, afraid Kendall’s going to walk. That I’m going to have to spend my time convincing her that she’s what I want, instead of kissing her. I reach over and grab her hand, lacing our fingers together. She doesn’t pull away, and I take that as a good sign.
Once we make it back to my house, I grab Knox while Kendall insists on taking the diaper bag. As soon as the seat hits the couch, she goes to work unbuckling him. He stretches his little body, and I fight the urge to pull out my phone and take a picture.
“How about some play time?” Kendall sits him on the floor under this baby gym thing Mom brought over. I watch as he stares up at each object while Kendall either moves them or squeezes them to make noise. He’s fascinated.
Needing to be closer to them, I lie on the floor behind Kendall, sliding in close and pressing my body next to hers. I hold myself up with one arm while the other rests on her hip.
“Cuteness overload,” she says when my boy smiles up at the bear that crackles every time she touches it.
Not able to help myself, I kiss her shoulder. “I’m sorry about today, with Stephanie.”
“Not your fault.”
“It is. I was kind of dating her when Knox was born.”
She looks over her shoulder at me, and her face has this ‘are you kidding me’ expression.
“It was a bet,” I ramble on, and then feel her stiffen. “Let me explain, please.”
She nods, but continues to stare down at my son. I tell her how the bet came about, how Stephanie was never my match, and admit that I was with her for the wrong reasons. I tell her about the day Knox was born, how Stephanie showed up at the hospital and started spewing shit about not wanting to be a fill-in. I tell her how I ended it right then and haven’t thought about her since. “I know how it sounds, and I’m sure you don’t think too highly of me right now.”
She’s quiet and lays her head down, using her arm as a pillow, resting her other hand on Knox’s belly. I remain silent, giving her the time she needs to process everything I’ve just told her. She’s still here in my arms, so that gives me hope.
“I would’ve never expected that from you. The way you are with Knox, the way you are with me . . . I’m having a hard time seeing you as the guy who plays with someone’s emotions for a simple bet.”
She’s right. “It was wrong. I realize that now. I was so caught up in just taking the bet that I didn’t think about how it would end.”
“And the guys. I’m just . . . disappointed, really.”
Shit. “We didn’t do it to harm anyone, and Stephanie isn’t without her faults as well. Not that that excuses what I did, of course.”
“Did you win?”
“No. I still had a month to go when Knox was born.”
“So, if Melissa hadn’t been in that accident, if Knox weren’t here, I would’ve never met you? Well, we might have crossed paths, but you would be with her.”
The way she says “with her” tells me she’s not taking this very well.
I lift her hair off her shoulder and rest my chin there. “I would like to think that, no matter what my situation was at the time, when I met you I would’ve still been smart enough to realize you were what I wanted.”
She offers her finger to Knox and he latches on. “So this little guy, not only is he your gift, but he’s mine too.”
I’m not sure what she means, so I wait patiently for her to continue, all the while saying a silent prayer that she doesn’t kick my sorry ass to the curb.
She removes her hand from his grip and turns to look at me. I back up so she has room to lie on her back. Propping myself up on my elbow, I look down at her. I want to kiss her, to tell her she never has to worry about me playing games with her, but I need her to come to that conclusion on her own. No matter how long it takes her to get there, I’ll give her that time. Not having her in our lives is not an option at this point.
I’m too far gone.
“He brought you to me. I was convinced that I was finished with relationships. Cal had left a wound so deep I never thought it would fill.”
Needing to touch her, I trace her jawline with my index finger. She shivers at the contact.
“Knox brought you to me.”
She closes her eyes, and I want to demand that she open them. I can’t get a good read on what she’s thinking, what she’s feeling when those baby blues aren’t looking at me.
When she finally does open them, there’s a sea of emotion staring back at me. “Not only are you filling the wound, you’re healing my soul. I will admit that what you’ve told me about your relationship with Stephanie, it bothers me. However, you’ve never once made me feel lik
e I was any less than everything in your eyes. Call me crazy, but I’m not willing to give that up. It’s a feeling I’m quickly becoming addicted to.”
I place my lips next to hers, and this time, I let her take the lead. She doesn’t disappoint, her tongue tracing my lips, silently asking me to open for her. I do. Hell fucking yes, I do, in every way possible. My heart, my head, my soul, and my mouth to taste her. Everything I am is open for her.
Just her.
My sweet girl.
She slides her tongue against mine and I grip her hip, pulling her closer to me. I just can’t seem to ever be close enough to her. I want to fucking devour her, but I don’t. I hold back, letting her show me how far she wants to take this. Whatever she wants, she gets.
“Ridge,” she says, pulling away.
“Yeah, babe?” I kiss down her jaw, tracing her neck with my tongue.
“There’s someone at the door.”
“Don’t care,” I mumble against her neck.
“Ridge.” She laughs, one so carefree I vow to hear it daily.
Burying my face in her neck, I sigh, defeated. “Fine, but I’m not done with you.” I kiss her lips one last time before climbing to my feet, adjusting my hard-on to answer the damn door. “This better be good,” I grumble as I pull it open.
“Hey, man,” Kent greets me.
I try hard not to scowl at him. “What’s up?”
“Dad called and he’s got the tractor stuck down over the hill. Wanted to see if you had time to help me pull him out. Mom said she would keep an eye on Knox.”
“Come on in.” I hold the door open and once he’s inside, I head back to the living room. Kendall is on all fours, smiling down at Knox and making noises that I’m sure have some pretty crazy faces to go with them, but her fine ass waving in the air is distracting me from finding out or even laughing at her antics.
“Hey, Kendall.” Kent chuckles.
She turns to look behind her and laughs. “Busted, little man.” She sits back on her butt and picks Knox up, settling him in her lap. “Hi.” She takes Knox’s hand and waves at Kent.
This girl.
“Babe, Kent’s dad got their tractor stuck, and he needs me to help him get it out. I’m sorry.”
“Of course. This little guy and I will just hang out until you get back.” She stands from her sitting position on the floor, as if she needs to stand tall for me to let her keep my son.
I stand there watching her. I didn’t expect her to offer to keep him, but then again, I should have. That’s just Kendall. “You don’t have to. Kent’s mom—”
“Tell Daddy we got this, Knox.” Her blue eyes look up at me. “We’ll be here when you get back.”
A vision of coming home to her every day flashes through my mind. Her force, whatever it is, pulls me to her.
I wrap my arms around both of them. “I’ll hurry.” I kiss Knox on top of the head. “You be good for Kendall,” I tell my son, who doesn’t have a fucking clue what I’m saying. “And you, I’ll be back soon.”
She tilts her head up and I take my chance to kiss her. “Be safe,” she whispers.
Reluctantly, I release her and follow Kent out the door.
Chapter 34
Kendall
“Well, it’s just you and me, kid,” I say to Knox. I decide to use my time wisely to help Ridge out a little bit, so I climb the stairs to Knox’s room and grab him a sleeper. It’s already almost five, so bath time and PJ’s it is. I set out his clothes and walk across the hall to the bathroom. His little lip quivers as soon as I pour water over him, and he also pees in it. I turn the water back on, double-checking the temperature, and begin to bathe him. I work quickly, and luck is on my side because he cooperates—plus no more accidents.
“Look at that little lip. I’m sorry. Let’s get you some warm clothes on.” I carry him back to his room, drying and dressing him quickly. I open his closet to find the hamper and see an infant wrap still in the package. It’s never been opened. I smile, thinking of Ridge walking around the house with baby Knox wrapped up and close to his chest. I open the package and read the instructions. This thing looks like a puzzle, but I finally figure it out and soon have Knox strapped to my chest.
Downstairs, I decide to clean up, Knox snoozing away as if this is a normal occurrence. Once I finish with the living room, I head into the kitchen, thinking I could make dinner for Ridge, but his cupboards are that of a bachelor for sure. He has the base for the car seat in his truck, so going to the store is out.
Digging a little deeper in the freezer, I find some frozen lasagna and garlic bread. That will have to do. I break the lasagna into little pieces, spray the bottom of the Crock-Pot I happened to find with non-stick spray, and add the pieces of lasagna. I don’t know what time he’ll be back, so this will ensure it cooks and stays warm for him.
Dinner established, I decide to go sit in the gazebo. I grab my purse and pull out my e-reader and phone then remember seeing a smaller diaper bag in the bottom of Knox’s closet so I run upstairs and get it. I toss my things in, adding a blanket, bottle, and binky for Knox—not that we’re going to be far, but being prepared is just me. I guess Ridge and I have that in common. I slide into my shoes and decide I should write Ridge a note on the dry erase board on the fridge, in case I don’t hear him come home.
Daddy,
Kendall took me down to the pond.
Love,
Knox
I giggle when I read the note. I’m sure Ridge will get a kick out of it too. I grab the small diaper bag I just packed and head to the gazebo.
It blocks us from the sun, and there’s a small warm breeze once we’re settled onto the wooden bench. Peeking down at Knox, he’s still snoozing away. I take a minute to just close my eyes and let the breeze blow through my hair. It’s so peaceful here.
I feel lips press against my forehead, causing my eyes to pop open.
“Hey, Sleeping Beauty,” Ridge says softly.
I smile. “Hey, get everything taken care of?”
“Yeah, I’ve been back for about ten minutes or so.”
“Did you see my note?” I hope he wasn’t worried.
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, only to have the wind whip it right back out. “I’ve been watching you sleep.”
“Creeper.” I smile.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, bending to kiss me.
I blush. “What time is it?”
“After seven. Let’s get you two inside.” He stands and offers me his hand. Once he pulls me up, he grabs the diaper bag and we walk back to the house, arms wrapped around each other. “You made dinner,” he says, closing the door behind us.
“Well, not really. I put frozen lasagna in the Crock-Pot. It was slim-pickings and you had the base of the car seat, so I was kind of stuck.” Not that he would’ve wanted me driving around town with his son.
“We need to get you one,” he says casually.
“One what?”
“A base for his car seat.”
Okay then. I guess I got my answer. “I just need to put the garlic bread in the oven, and it’ll be ready in about ten minutes.”
“I got it. You want me to take him?”
“No, he probably needs changed, and he hasn’t eaten since the diner. I took a bottle with us down to the pond, but he never woke up to eat.”
“Where did you find that thing?” He points to my chest.
“In the bottom of his closet. I gave him a bath so you wouldn’t have to, and I was looking for the clothes hamper and just happened to find this.”
“Little man has all the luck.” He smiles.
“Oh, yeah, and what makes you say that?”
“He got to sleep on your chest all afternoon.”
Again, I feel the heat creep across my cheeks.
“Charmer.”
“I speak the truth.” He winks.
I manage to get Knox out of the wrap without harming either one of us. As soon as I do, he starts to fuss and I kn
ow he’s hungry. A quick diaper change and he’s having dinner.
“I can feed him,” Ridge says, looking over at me from the back of the couch.
“It’s fine, Ridge. I don’t mind helping. This little guy is easy to fall for.”
“Oh, yeah? And what about his daddy?”
“Jury’s still out,” I tease.
He laughs and kisses the top of my head. “It’s ready. I’ll bring plates in here. What do you want to drink?”
“Just water.”
I insist on Ridge eating before me while Knox finishes his bottle. The two of them play on the floor while I eat and watch them.
“I thought spending the day with you would help this craving I seem to have where you’re concerned.”
I just about choke on my garlic bread. I cough, chew, swallow and take a drink of water before asking, “And?”
“Not even close. I hate that you’re going home soon.”
“Hey, you’ll see me tomorrow though, right? Knox has his one-month appointment.”
“Yeah, it’s first thing. That way, I can just take him to Mom after then head to work.”
“Good plan. Then your parents are having their Memorial Day cookout this weekend. Reagan invited Dawn and me, but. . . .”
“I want you there, Kendall. Not as a friend of Reagan’s, but as my girlfriend. And that’s not until Saturday night. No way in hell am I going from spending the day with you today to a quick visit at your work and then not again until Saturday. No way. I need more time with you.”
“I’m home most days by five, unless I’m covering for one of the girls. You let me know when you have time.”
“Every night after five.” He laughs. “All the way through until . . . What time do you leave for work?”
“That’s a lot of time.” I smile at him.
“I don’t know if any amount of time with you will ever be enough.” He says it almost as if he’s talking to himself, all the while looking at Knox. Someone walking in on our conversation would think he was talking about his son, and he very well may be, but I also know those words are for me.
